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| Song-of-Solomon 4:1 | Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead. | Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. | See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead. | Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead, |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:2 | Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. | Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them. | Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young. | Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:3 | Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. | Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks. | Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil. | As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil, |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:4 | Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men. | Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. | Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men. | As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:5 | Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. | Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies. | Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:6 | Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense. | Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will repair to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. | Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. | Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:7 | You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. | Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. | You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you. | Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse, |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:8 | Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards. | Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. | Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. | Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:9 | You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck. | Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck. | You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck! | Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:10 | How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices! | How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices! | How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume! | How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:11 | Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. | Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honey-comb; honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. | Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon. | Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:12 | A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain. | A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. | A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped. | A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up a fountain sealed. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:13 | Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants, | Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphor, with spikenard, | The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard, | Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits, |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:14 | Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, | Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: | Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. | Cypresses with nard nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices. |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:15 | A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved | A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. | You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon. | A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon! |
| Song-of-Solomon 4:16 | Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover | Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. | Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits. | Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits! |
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